“The international owl post is abysmal,” Draco says for the umpteenth time. There’s an impatient twitch in the line of his mouth. His hands are tucked behind his back as he walks, taut as a tether.
Harry doesn’t answer. He gazes across the vast land, appreciating the way the blushing light of the sunset paints the meadows and the forest a fiery orange. He wouldn’t have believed how much he’d fall in love with Wiltshire when Draco first suggested visiting him at the Manor. Perhaps he ought to ask Draco whether he can move in once he comes back.
“The average postal owl requires four days at minimum. Plus, you’d have to collect the letter from the local Owlery since you’ll be untraceable.”
“If everything goes as planned, I will be back in a month,” Harry replies.
“I know,” Draco mutters quietly, displeased. “It’s just- if there’s something amiss with the mission, or, or, what if there’s an emergency here?”
Harry tries to give him a smile, but Draco is too caught up in his head. Before he can go on, Harry takes both of Draco’s hands and turns him around. Draco follows his ministrations reluctantly, but then he sighs and lets his head fall forward. The impact of forehead against forehead is enough to hurt a little. It puts a smile on Harry’s face.
“You can just ask me, you proud idiot.”
Draco groans. “You know what I’m on about. Why can’t you just be the bigger person—like you always are—and show me how to do it?”
“Why did you never learn it?”
“There was no need for it. It’s not like there’re dementors around. And I prefer the more traditional ways of communication.”
“But you can’t wait so long when it’s me?”
“Salazar,” Draco groans. He leans down to kiss Harry. “No,” he enunciates, “I can’t. In fact, I can’t imagine a single day without hearing your stupid voice. Now teach me.”
“There we go,” Harry chuckles, lips brushing against lips. He keeps holding Draco’s hand, mind focused on here and now as he Summons his stag.
Prompt used- slamming hand over others mouth to shut them up | secret relationship | too fluffy |
" kiss me on top of the world and if the world Wants to watch, they can enjoy the enjoy while it lasts "
Harry was tired. He was tired of pretending that it was alright, when it so wasn't. This wasn't how his eighth year, after years of fighting should have been. He was supposed to be free and at liberty of how he could be and who he should've been.
When they all sat in the Great hall having breakfast, Harry only wondered how strange it would be to just walk up to and sit next to his boyfriend, eat with him, feed him even . He hated that student's did that with whoever they wanted after the whole solidarity between house's to freely sit at whatever tables they wanted but, harry was sure an exception. It boiled him when he looked at other couple's sitting together, Holding hands, maybe even making out in a hallway, and harry was deprived of such pleasure. He was even denied of even talking to his boyfriend normally.
But harry wanted to hold on because shit was his relationship great, it was incredible. For the first time in his life, he felt noticed, felt something other than just wild curiousness, anger and grief, he felt loved and not like the I support you Harry, we're like your family harry, it was the I wanna kiss you till their lungs gave out kind of love and was it incredible.
He made plans after plans, tricks after tricks, did things after things only for it to be rejected by his secret boyfriend, claiming" they'll never let us be " and was he right. And yet here he was planning another plan to convince his beloved boyfriend to come clean, until his attention broke from walking to hearing a thud of Someone falling over near. Harry hurried to be at the scene, only to be met with Draco being surrounded by some first and second year watching Draco on ground.
" what the hell happened ?" Harry asked as he kneeled down to help Draco up on his shoulder
" pot- what- what- I don't need your help potter " Draco sneered, still however in tinge of pain
" malfoy, you're hurt. Just don't try to act I'm all independent, let me help-"
" I don't need your help, potter " Draco snapped lightly
Harry was half mad and even was about to drop back Draco, only if he hadn't groaned in his attempt to walk.
Harry rolled his eyes, hung his arm around his shoulder and helped him to the hospital Wing
" I said-"
" I know " harry snapped, Draco didn't try to further counteract much upon it, even he knew not to meddle with mad harry.
Once they had reached the hospital wing, harry had helped Draco upon the bed, waiting for madam pomfrey to come back
" we could've been caught Harry-"
" right because oh my god, I had your shoulder around my neck " harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in front
" it's not that- the way you just wanted to help, I understand but-"
" okay that's enough Draco. I can't do this " harry sighed closing his eyes in mere frustration
" what do you mean you can't do this ?" Draco asked completely puzzled
" this- look- what we have is great, phenomenal even but I can't sit there and watch my boyfriend getting flirted over by someone else, or live under the shadows all the time because we two According to people don't belong together. I thought I could do this, this secret way but I can't and the reason is I don't want to. I don't want to live where I'm Afraid that if I come out and exclaim my love for my boyfriend people are going to hate me. I can't- I just- I want to be able to hold you hand publicly Draco not because I enjoy public display of affection but because you're my boyfriend and I have the right to hold your hand, publicly or not and people doesn't decide that for me. So either you live under the shadows Draco or not, that's your decision because I'm not going to "
Draco stared at harry mildly amazed at the little outburst. He was aware that it agitated Harry with the whole secret agenda of a relationship they had but he didn't know that Harry wanted to let go of it Because he couldn't remain private anymore.
" so- y- you're breaking up with me ?" Much to Draco's disappointment and his attempt to keep from Trembling, his voice came out slightly in a higher octave and rather cracked.
Harry sadly looked at Draco, pulling the chair next to his bed and holding Draco's hands " Merlin, no- or yes- I don't know. I just- I want you to know I Want you Draco, however I can't stay where everything is a secret and we are even forbidden to talk to.. I want you to understand that-"
" and I want you to understand the consequences " Draco lightly snapped
Harry exhaled, slowly leaving Draco's hands" then you care about the consequences Draco and I- I'll wait for you when you stop thinking of it " and with that Harry left the infirmary.
Yes, they partially broke, except Harry still sent him small cookies from the kitchen just how he liked but refused to meet Draco's eyes, even In secret.
That was until the news started to spread silently about Harry's current sexuality and how people really weren't surprised. Some maybe had bitched Harry behind his back, but it was sure harry really didn't care. He was happy with his coming out and was by far enjoying the little time in the boring sun of the lightness of the news.
Draco, however felt broken and guilty of not being able to give his boyfriend the simple pleasure of even smiling in public. He saw how Harry was happy to be out in open, but Draco could see how Harry wasn't half as thrilled as he should've been and somewhere Draco was at blame for their recent so called break up. It wasn't the same however, until Draco had caught up harry finding some book in the last aisle of the library before restricted section began.
Draco pondered whether he should go back, but he missed the way Harry kissed him and it had been entirely a week since that happened and Draco wanted to risk the world to feel it again.
Pretending to have been looking for something too, draco entered the last aisle, filled with distant silence and the sound of their breathing.
" harry" Draco finally after contemplating for five minutes spoke up
" malfoy" harry nodded, not moving his gaze from finding the book..
He hated being called malfoy, but he felt as though he deserved it "how are you doing ?"
Harry finally looked at Draco with a distant gaze before he turned to look for the book again " fine, thank you "
Draco breathed as he stepped closer to harry and with much hesitation wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, nuzzling his head onto Harry's shoulder from the back, giving him a small kiss over his exposed neck. Harry's stern composure quickly melted away only for a second, one second of enjoying the warmth before he became stern again
" malfo-"
" Draco " Draco corrected. Harry could be mad But he wasn't a heart of steel,
" Draco- what are you doing ?"
" trying to apologize "Draco muffled
" funny because I didn't hear you apologizing" harry scoffed as he remained still, his hands by his side, with an uncontrolled urge to hold Draco's.
" because you didn't let me- so- I'm gonna say now. I'm sorry, harry, would you forgive me ?"Draco pouted looking up from his lashed to the side of Harry's face
Harry closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply " fine " and he broke free of the hold
" what?" Draco offensively asked, almost snapped
" you asked for my forgiveness, I forgave you. Now If you'll excuse, I'm trying to find something " harry began searching for the book again.
" just like that ? Harry I apologized " Draco threw his arms in the sir
" and i accept your apology-"
" no you're no-"
" what do you want Draco? Kiss you and tell you that it's fine ? You didn't mention what you're apologizing for-"
" I'm apologizing for being an asshole and forcing you to keep us a secret even if you hate it "
" and does mean that you want to come out in open as boyfriend's?" Harry asked crossing his arms finally getting into one on one conversation with Draco
Draco looked at harry as he though Harry had asked for his kidney.
" see that's the problem !! You still don't want us to go public and I can't have that draco..I want you, I do, I really like you but not at the cost of only having you secretly " harry sighed as he subtracted some distance between them
Draco's jaw clenched as he chewed his cheeks " you think it's easy. Of course you do. You're the saviour of the wizarding world for the love of Merlin, people love you already. But have you even tried to give it as much of a thought that I'm still under probation of crimes I didn't commit only because I was on the dark side, because I'm an ex death eater, or the fact my father still have connections with murderers in the world to kill me if it ever gets out. It's easy for you to say harry, but me, it's not. People hate me and you don't have go through with it everyday, I have to. You think i like this, being in secret, fuck Harry no, I want to show the world that your ass is mine but I can't, because I don't want your death to be on my sake and only because I can't lose you. I want to kiss you and show it to the world as much as you but I can't. Because that's something I can't do " Draco's eyes almost welled with tears by the time he added " I don't want to be the reason people hate you Harry, I don't"
Harry immediately frowned as he walked further towards Draco until he was only few inches apart and held his arms " you can- you'll never lose me Draco. You can never be someone people will hate me for. I won't let that happen" harry sighed as he added " you're right, I- I understand and we can do this in secret. If that's what it is. So what if we can't be like the normal couple's, Holding hands under the tree or what if we can't, just go on a date under the stars, I can work with room of requirements, it's cozy anyways. I can't believe I was such a prat for this reason and you know what- I'm sorry for being a terrible boyfriend for not understanding you. I was just so crazed that I forgot that our differences still lie and even if we change, some people won't "
Harry shrugged, smiling lightly " do you forgive me Draco ?"
Draco wanted to say something, just something that meant screw the world, fuck what the world thinks, or something that was remotely related To I want to kiss you on the top of the world and the world can watch if they want but just as Draco tried to speak up, he's pressed against the back shelf lightly with Harry slamming his hand over Draco's lips to shut him up, it should not have been arousing, however it totally was as Draco watched harry trying to look behind Draco's head between the books to find if someone was coming their way.
"don't speak a word. Someone is here " harry Whispered In Draco's ear. It ran down a shiver over his back as he felt Harry's hand upon his waist and over his lips, catching him between his body and the shelf, and Draco only wondered how many times he'd like for that to happen..
" screw it " Draco didn't know he had said when Harry had momentarily taken his hands over his lips but he had
" screw what ?" Harry asked bemused
Draco looked over at harry's face desperately close to his own and without wasting so much of a second, Draco pulled harry closer by his sweater, slamming their lips together.
" screw secrecy" Draco mumbled against his lips, biting Harry's lips in desperation.
" what about everyone ?" Harry asked as he held onto Draco's waist to keep himself from collapsing, breaking away the kiss for a second
" I want to kiss you on top of the Eiffel tower and if the world watches, they can enjoy the show while it lasts " draco replied as he bored into Harry's eyes, filled with strange desire.
Harry chuckled before he pressed Draco further into the shelf, kissing the daylights out of him as though it was the last time he'd ever kiss him but as they say, make the first and the last's count, it was their first public display of affection and the world could watch the show while it lasted because In the end, it was them who ruled their world.
The 50 day physical touch prompt challenge ends as of today and I've been incredibly thankful for all the support. I've been writing for as long as I can remember but to feel this appreciated and noticed, I never thought I'd feel this way one day. When I even began writing these, it was so random that I wasn't even sure if anyone was going to read it, I didn't believe it until you people did and have remained from the beginning till the end. Ofc I'm not stopping writing prompts, I just had to be dramatic.
Here's to people who've remained with me since almost the beginning ( ignore the tags) - @thebusyfangirl @textrovert-01 @drarry-is-my-therapy @drarrycookie @cissa-bee @weirdvibeskid @kpoper13things @delphic04 @elenaxoxo22 @gnomiess @littlebodybigheartttt @drarrywords @dearly-devoted-dawdler @draco-lucious-potter @leeemon22 @scram1326 @km-shtworldstuff @goodluckandwaffles @knduniverse @unsuspicious-nobody @curious-fruitcake @mlundin8 @nin0tchka @smallfoy-drarry @kattarcherlife @hey-its-asp @saumzi @railmeharrypotter @havingaverydrarryday @hufflepuffheroine @sunflowerishdolphin @thecornerofbelu @iamactuallya-cat @lilthislilthat @harrypotterjelly
Rating: T
Warnings: None
For the February Drarry Discord Drabble Challenge - “bubbles,” 283 words
“Can you feel that?” Harry whispered, one hand on Draco’s hip, the other over his eyes, Harry’s lips a centimetre from his ear. Draco could feel the warm press of Harry’s body against his, and he could feel the gentle rumbling of the ground beneath his feet and the heat rising around him.
Draco nodded, letting his mind tune into the vibration, letting himself feel the Earth’s roiling magical energy like a steady heartbeat.
“Can you smell it?” Harry asked, and Draco took a deep breath, relishing in Harry’s breath against his neck, hot and close.
“I can,” Draco said, taking in the sulfur-thick heat and wrinkling his nose. The acridic air was overwhelmingly intense when he let himself focus on it.
“Look,” Harry said, pulling his hand away to settle on Draco’s other hip. Draco leaned against him and opened his eyes, gasping in awe at the bubbling volcano before them.
For once, Draco was silent, staring in awe at the crashing cacophony of fire and foaming lava and gurgling smoke in the air, too vibrant to be real. But it was real. He could feel the Earth rumbling under his boots, smell the heat in the air, taste the power seething beyond the peak.
“Now cast,” Harry said, placing his palm over the back of Draco’s hand and raising it. Draco did as he said, focusing on the explosive noise of the volcano rather than the gentleness of Harry’s hand and he cast, sending a great spurt of Incendio fire bursting from his fingertips.
“I did it,” he breathed, unbelieving.
“You did,” Harry answered, pressing a kiss to Draco’s neck. “I told you, wandless magic just takes a bit of inspiration.”
I was so delighted to be able to mod this month's challenge and make everyone create Halloween-y pieces for the drabble prompt "In the dead of night" and art restriction of "inspired by cult horror posters." Thanks to everyone who indulged me!
(Also, a sidenote: it was pointed out to me that I messed up the final character "身" - for which I infinitely apologize, because I was too busy trying to make the bubble letters not run together that I missed a stroke 😭
I actually do study Japanese, not that you can tell from my piss-poor show of kanji here.)
Anyway, enjoy a drabble:
Creak.
Creak.
Creak.
The floorboards squealed under his bare feet with complaints of age and decrepitude. Draco paused in the doorway. Hoping fruitlessly that his eyes would adjust to abject darkness.
Why oh why had he drunk so much tonight? If he had simply sat there and let himself dehydrate, he wouldn’t be getting up to piss at 3AM.
Looking at it that way, it was definitely Ginny’s fault; she had kept passing him drinks as the evening turned to night. But he had only ever accepted them because he was scared shitless by the movies they were marathoning – in which case, it was Harry’s fault, because he had chosen them.
Harry, for whose sake they had taken this trip in the first place. “Let’s spend Halloween together in a cabin,” Ron had said, “so we can distract him from his grief,” and Harry, incapable of being pitied, had smugly turned it into a horror extravaganza.
He knew Draco couldn’t deal with horror. So really, it was his fault. But Draco also couldn’t blame Harry for his own parents’ deaths, so he couldn’t blame him for the trip either, and, thus, his whole plot to pin his current predicament on someone else crumbled under the weight of reason.
Creak.
His head snapped around at the sound that had definitely not come from him. His fingers scrabbled for his wand which he had stupidly ignored until now – not wanting to wake the others with light. He was in the hallway now, so he cast a frenzied lumos.
Soft light struck upon a face in the shadows.
“Harry?”
The man tilted his head, eyes unreadable, before a grin stole across his face. “Can’t sleep?”
Hearing the familiar voice, Draco’s breath whooshed out of him in a rush. He strode over and captured his boyfriend in a petulant hug. Fucking dick. Relief rose warm and heavy in his throat.
Until, through the doorway, he saw another Harry – undisturbed, fast asleep on their bed.
Written for the March-20 Drarry Discord Writer’s Corner Drabble Challenge (it seems I didn’t post it here)
Prompt: "Remember When"
Prompter: Jay (Ana_Iliad) & Gesa | Gesges Art
Word Count: 272
Thanks EvAEleanor for the beta work!
Read on AO3
It's Friday -pub night- and they're pretty tipsy already. They're making fun of each other, and it's Draco's turn to suffer it.
"D'you remember that time Malfoy went with proper formal robes to a costume party?"
"Oh Merlin, I couldn't stop laughing." Ron guffaws.
"Nobody warned me, you tossers."
"Your treacle tart costume was awesome, by the way," Seamus says to Harry, noticing Draco's blush at its mention. That costume had been something, really.
"My turn to buy drinks." Draco blurts out, heading to the counter, ears shining red.
"Remember that time Malfoy tried enchiladas?" Seamus winks at Penelope. He has a plan. A good one. "And he went beet red?"
"Mario prepares them really spicy," she says without missing a beat. Seamus likes her, she gets him. He hopes she'll be his partner once they’re proper Aurors.
"I like his enchiladas, though. I'm gonna miss him when he finishes the training program." Ron muses with a dreamy glint in his eyes, still oblivious to the conspiracy.
"Malfoy has only two skin colours: deathly pale and deep red," Penelope declares.
"Oh, that was nothing. Remember when he admitted to have a crush on someone who was in the program, too?"
"Did he?" Harry asks, crestfallen.
"It was worse when you'd offered to show him a picture of Harry, naked," Penelope says, ignoring his interruption.
Seamus beams. She's perfect. "He'd given himself away." There. Subtle.
Ron scowls murderously while they wait for Harry to process everything. Seamus shrugs, unapologetic.
And…
"Be right back." Harry runs to the counter, and Penelope raises her hand for a high five.
For @drarrymicrofic prompt of 2nd Nov- soap bubbles
" Harry can you please-"
" already prepared the bath- checked the water temperature- the towels are ready too- you bath scorpius and I'll cook dinner " Harry grinned.
Draco smiled at him endearingly then kissed over his lips passionately.
" what was that for ?" Harry asked touching his lips because of the lingering sensation.
" for being a wonderful parent and an amazing husband " Draco smiled, kissing his cheek one last time and took the baby with him for the bath.
" Harry ?"
He heard being called after he had already set up to prepare the dinner. He took off the apron and left it over the kitchen isle walking toward the bathroom.
" yeah ?" Harry asked Peeking his head inside through the door.
" why are there so many soap bubbles ?" Draco asked.
But the question was answered as their dog emerged from the bath like a god sneezing immensely.
" not again " Harry groaned and they performed the whole ritual again like they did every other night, Draco taking care of the baby and Harry running after Milo, the dog to wrap him up in towels too, eventually Scorp crawling after Milo and hugging him to protect him from cold and Draco trying desperately to separate them and then at the end of night Harry and Draco would Laugh at their miseries then smile because they wouldn't have it any other way.
Dialogue Prompt 16- " because I love you, is that what you wanted to hear " requested by @sunflowerishdolphin ( your last remaining request ) | TW- NONE |
Da Capo-(Italian: from the beginning); at the end of a piece of music or a section of it, means that it should be played or sung again from the beginning.
He shut the door behind him, locking immediately, putting those grocery bags on the counter and turned on the voice Machine , picking up the mails from the corner table reading who addressed them as he simultaneously heard the voice messages like his usual evening, a routine that had became a practice.
" you have 2 new messages "
" hey harry, this is Clint. Send me those pictures via e-mail, could you ? Call me when you get back "
Harry subconsciously nodded as he read the next mail addressed from the burrow.
" harry "
He stopped dead in his movements as he stared at the tiles on the floor, hearing that very familiar voice.
" I- I know I should not- you know- never mind. Uh, call me or not, whatever. Just- how do you end this-" the voice message echoed with rustling until it ended with a beep and harry couldn't bring himself to stop the beeping.
When one of the apple fell down over the ground creating a thud, harry broke free from his locked moment of strangeness and shut off the beep. He stared at the number long enough to remember his past, the horrors, the pain, the anguish, the agony of it all but he couldn't resist himself from Noting down the number on the notepad and just staring at it.
He had called, 1 year and 6 months later, he had called.
Harry left the notepad like it had been resting on the counter and went out to the garden to water his plants and get some peace from the quick Sand of the emotions that had started overwhelming in the presence of the noted down number. But it didn't help the rail of his thoughts that resulted in overflowing of the pots.
The evening had turned into a chilly night yet without a care he kept staring at the TV screen blankly, finding it hard to forget that voice message. That familiarity in the voice had almost Haunted harry every night in dreams and that un-advanced way of not knowing still how to end a voice message made harry smile if only for a moment but he was strongly reminded of how had things ended, in fights, In rush, in sadness, in heart break.
He wanted to call back and ask him why had he called, he even stood before the phone, dialing almost the entire number but could never gather the entire courage to actually call him back. How could he ? After everything that had happened, how could he?
It had been almost 1 and half year since harry moved to a small town in Paris living in a muggle suburb and still learning French but he had sat in his balcony drowning in rain, yet he never felt at home. He never wanted to leave Britain, London but what choice did he had but to leave everything behind and start new, a fresh start and yet all he felt was moving backwards. He loved it here, the neighborhood, the children on the streets, the grocery man, Adrian's little shop around the corner yet the smell of the Rain, the smell of laundry, the Blooming garden, the sunlight, nothing felt the same, not like how it was when he was with him. Nothing ever felt the same anymore .
Somewhere around blankly staring at the TV, the screen had Turned grey with no more left to watch when harry forcibly picked himself up and put himself to bed, relentlessly tossing and turning until sleep had returned to him like previous night's.
You can't stop thinking about me .
That's not true.
Do you really think so? Then why am I here ?
You tell me.
He sighed, his voice flourishing and sounding like the softest of breeze, you can feel it too, can't you, you know I will be there with you..
I can't feel anything. A pause.
You're coming?
Do you want me to ?
Harry tossed one last time, slowly opening his eyes in the silence of the night and the street light outside flickering with yellow and black. He sighed to himself as he sat right up and followed the line of sight to where the phone was kept.
" hi, draco, hi- uh, you called. I- didn't know about it- just got your message- I wanted to check what you called for so leave me a message or call me in the mor-"
" harry?"
Harry stilled with the phone pressed against his ear, his breathing sounding very clear like he had held the phone very close to himself as if holding it too close would make the conversation more real.
He stared at his feets on the ground comprehending how to respond, he had not expected draco to pick up-
" harry, you there ?"
" yeah, yeah. Uh sorry- I just- " he breathed " isn't it late ?"
" sort of yeah. I just- I came from a run "
" this late at night ?"
" yeah " he breathed.
Harry breathed.
" you called earlier ?"
" yeah " a long pause before he released a rolling breath and spoke again " I'm visiting Paris and I- I know you're there, so I was just wondering if you'd like to meet sometime if you're free of course ?"
Harry's fingers coiled to the telephone loop, a little smile forming over his lips as he whispered " Sure. When ?"
" this weekend "
" I'll pick you up ?"
" that'd be- nice " he breathed.
" okay "
" okay "
They breathed.
" I'll send the details via mail " he added
" okay "
And they finally cut the call but all harry did was stare at his feets on the ground crossed together as if it offered any peace.
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The sun had rose like usual with the birds chirping just outside Harry's balcony, the usual ringing of his alarm clock went unnoticed as harry stepped out of the long shower. He padded across the room water dripping down his neck due to his washed hair, finally shutting off the Alarm. He stared at the watch as minutes stroke by, his mind lost in the moving of the minute hands until a shiver has ran down his spine and he dropped the clock on the bed and fetched the shirt and the pants he has decided to worn a day before. The same blue flowy shirt and the same Khaki pants.
Anxiety was not a surprise visitor anymore as harry fidgeted wearing his watch over his rest and tying his shoe laces that at some point, harry left them be thinking that if he'd fall, he'd fall. He ran all around the apartment going from one room to another to living room because his things were scattered all across until finally the clock stroke 12 and harry left the apartment in his second hand ford from 1985.
Harry leaned against his car in front of the France ministry of magic building waiting for draco to come with sun bouncing over his soft brunette hair, checking his watch every minute or two.
And there he was, the same boy walking through the door carrying 2 bags in a soft cotton red faded shirt and washed blue jeans.
" waited for long ?"he asked awkwardly.
Harry shook his head as he took his bags and dropped them in back seat.
" I- harry- I just wanted to ask something "
Harry frowned but nodded as he opened the car door for draco.
" this isn't awkward, is it ?"
Harry huffed out a breath, glancing behind draco for a moment. Was it awkward,of course but he Wanted to settle through the awkwardness and not be like one of those people who can't visit their ex.
" it is a bit but we'll settle in. After all we're friends, right ?"
Draco chuckled softly before he nodded " we can be "
Harry smiled before he stepped away and let draco take the passenger seat and settled into his driver's seat as well.
" Hungry ?" Harry asked as the ignition roared.
Draco nodded " very "
" I know just the place " harry smiled putting on his sunglasses and drove to exactly where he needed to.
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Things remained a bit awkward with draco as harry adjusted to all new information and forgot thinking of draco as an ex he scrambled away from and reminded himself more to treat him like the way he used to before the relationship happened.
But despite that the wicked angels that remained on Harry's shoulder reminded him to be careful this time and even if he harry heard them, he ignored as he served draco the croissant he has freshly picked up from the bakery around the corner.
" what about the eiffel tower ?" Draco asked as he sipped his lemon tea, taking the plate of croissant away from harry.
" it's overrated but worth it. It's better in the evening, I'll take you there " harry replied as he ate his own.
" oh shit- I forgot. I had to be at work 15 minutes ago. I'll see you later yeah " draco hurried with his baked food and picked up his bag he has came with and disapparated from within the apartment.
Harry collapsed down on the chair thinking to himself what was he doing. How could he just forget everything and move on and pretend like nothing happened like he had been doing for days. He hated the pretending, the " I'm doing fine without you " act or we're better as friends act, he hated it but as draco would come from the hotel every afternoon and sometimes stay by till the evening, harry would allow himself to relish in those moments and let be.
"the real question is do you really want to be friends or not ?" Jade asks as she dressed the mannequin with new shirt introduced in this work fashion line.
" i- i don't know jade. Do I want to forget everything and move forward, yes but I can't just look at him pretend we don't have a past " harry kicked the ground as he was leaned against the wall in the cubicle with jade and the white mannequin for display.
" Harry, the past is the past. It doesn't matter anymore. And you know the whole thing about ex's can't be friends,it's shit, I'm friends with my first boyfriend " jade replied with the pin between her lips as he tucked the buttons together.
" your first boyfriend is gay now. You're not helping jade-"
" look harry. Is it worth it ? Is it worth spending time with him? Is it worth meeting him again everyday ? Is it worth being friends with him again ? Those are the real questions " She asked with her head titled for emphasis, her hands in the air waiting for his response.
Harry sighed closing his eyes, opening them again and spoke " I think. He's changed a lot and he's different now"
" well there you go and you know what, even if you don't want to be friends or anything, he's just visiting. He's not going to stay here forever you know and you barely visit home, so friends or no friends, it won't matter much" jade shrugged as she put the mannequin the hat and stretched her neck backwards to check the entire look before nodding to herself and stepping out of the cubicle, harry following him.
" I guess you're right " harry mumbled. Jade nodded and they departed to their response departments of work.
When the evening arrived he met draco Outside his work building and strolled off to where they could disapparate from without being noticed.
" it's a beautiful place " draco suddenly said as they were walking down the streets.
" it is " harry hummed nodding, pocketing his hand.
" don't you ever-" Breath " like miss home ? Everyone else?" He asked
Harry thought for a moment before he replied with all he could think of " it's a part of starting fresh. I miss people back home but I love it here too, everyone's nice "
" but doesn't it ever get lonely ?" Draco asked as he now walked right by Harry's side.
" sometimes but other times I just forget " harry shrugged looking forward before crossing the road.
" forget what ?" Draco asked as he ran to maintain his pace with harry.
" forget that I'm lonely. The best way to not get lonely is just not to think of being lonely " harry shrugged as he for a moment looked at Draco before he entered the dark Empty alley.
" is it easy ?" Draco asked as he stood before harry taking his hand for side along disapparation.
Harry gazed at draco, allowing the free sensation of holding his hand making him feel closer to home before he took a step forward towards draco.
" no "
And disapparated.
Part 2 & 3
might turn into a series fiction. @drarrywords thanks for beta reading this..
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It had been 3 months since Draco broke up with Theo after he had caught him cheating with the girl that lived in the next building right after he had proposed to him even though he was aware that they were rushing into it too fast but he thought of the amazing time they had together and how he knew it was what he wanted, apparently even though Theo had said a yes, it wasn’t something he wanted therefore he cheated. The relationship ended like burning flames and rather badly with Draco losing a place a live, running out of leaves so he had to over work even saturdays and moving into a rather small studio apartment which was if anything expensive but he had no choice and looking for an apartment there wasn’t a piece of cake. Draco realized ever since the break up with Theo which had left him completely shattered, everything in his life had taken an unfortunate turn like the other day when he was travelling back home after having taken a bus for a 5 minute walk it started pouring down and he had taken out the umbrella out of his bag that day in the morning and it was the last of his clothes left for laundry, he remained sick for the rest of the day, or like the time when he was late for work and had missed breakfast and had chosen to take a cup of coffee from the only cafe which wasn’t crowded because it was overly expensive, the coffee went in waste and even his money because someone tripped Draco making him ruin his favorite white shirt he was wearing leaving a large coffee stain which could not be removed by magic or the time when he was signing the final papers of the students he realized that almost every student had written the same answer but later realized he had read the question wrong and he had to do all the 56 sheets he had already done, or the time when he went to purchase a couch and wanted to have it delivered to his place, not only the couch came wrecked but it had a no exchange policy. Clearly his life hasn’t been a delight and every day something or the other kept getting messed up that Draco was running on his last straw. He had been through so much in the last 3 months and so overly exhausted that he was barely hanging on.
Today was just another day in the wrecked life of Draco malfoy and the only sunday he had been free and he was just about to finally pick on some reading when then he decided to work on the paper mache model of mandrake and that of tiny flasks that he had to show to his classroom and put it in the classroom for decoration that he had been trying to work on for a long time but due to the exhaustion from life in general he had been putting the model on hold, so today he decided to take out the incomplete model and try to finish it since it takes a lot of time to dry but apparently just as he took the models out, the intricate model of mandrake had somehow gone damp and had ruined the roots that took him weeks to make and despite his strong urge to treat it with magic he knew that it would thoroughly wrong, especially after he had read Gallivan’s magic theories for muggle artifacts: what to do and what not to do ? He resided with fixing it the normal artistic way but the more he tried to fix it, the more he wrecked it but he continued to fix it and an hour later most of the mandrakes roots fell off and in exhaustion and recklessness he accidentally pushed the models of tiny flasks off the table he had made which cracked them up. It was the most he could take and the mental breakdown found its way to him and he broke down crying and screaming into the pillow for such a long time that his throat became sore but the tears didn’t leave until his door was knocked upon and he tidied himself up and check who it was. He pulled himself up together, encouraging himself in a fake way, wiping his face until his eyes and cheeks went all red and opened the door with a forced smile and there stood someone with their back faced towards Draco.
“Yes?” Draco asked. He turned around and it turned out to be a very familiar face.
“Draco” He grinned
“Potter” and he immediately internally slapped himself for not addressing him by his first name.
“ Hi- what are you doing here?" Draco immediately asked
" I was- well I moved in here recently and my radiator broke down and I was wondering If you had a tool- were you crying ?" Harry suddenly asked after having notices the dry patches of tears on his face and his red eyes.
" what- no! You said you need something-"
" your eyes are all red and your shirt seems wet" Harry pointed.
Draco huffed " I just washed my face and the soap got into my eyes "
Harry's face immediately dawned with realisation and apologized thereafter for sounding intrusive.
" you needed something?" Draco asked finally, his feets finally turning a little too cold in the November chills.
" oh yeah- my radiator broke down and the electrician cannot come before 5, so I thought maybe I could fix on my own but I don't have the toolbox- so I was wondering if you had it ?" Harry asked
" I have the tool box but i highly doubt it'd help " Draco said as he turned around and walked into his apartment navigating Harry to just come inside.
" why ?"
" did your knob break down ?" Draco asked bending down to open the storage cabinet beneath the TV stand and looking for the tool box
" well yeah but I think something broke inside too " Harry replied
" there's hardly anything you can do- I can lend you but I must tell you it's a waste of your energy and time-"
" are those paper mache?" Harry interjected.
Draco stood up with his tool box and approaching Harry " yeah, I messed them up “ He sighed in disappointment.
Harry looked at Draco for a moment before he sat down cross legged over the carpeted floor and starting fixing the broken paper mache.
" I highly it would do anything- I tried and i’ve been trying to fix it all day but I don’t think its repairable anymore- I’ll just make new one-”
“Do you have glue ?” Harry interrupted and Draco nodded, immediately bringing him the glue.
Draco sat down across Harry and curiously watched him as he fixed the paper mache with utter concentration that he felt almost bad for him because he knew there was no scope of repair and he knew Harry was wasting his time but he didn’t had it in his heart to tell him the truth just because how eagerly he was working on it.
He sat there watching for a few more minutes until he realised that Harry was infact making progress and before he knew it, Harry had not only fixed the tiny cracked flasks he had made but had also managed to ameliorate the Mandrake model and have been very successful at giving the Mandrake a crying look and Draco was all but very disappointed, in himself.
" You would just need to paint these now-"
" How did you- how did you fix it ?" Draco asked almost upset.
" oh it was nothing, I just added glue to the parts where the flasks cracked and pasted a bit of newspaper over it and the Mandrake roots, I just- well I don't know what I did but they're not damp anymore and they seem strong- but I did use glue to highlight the expression" Harry explained grinning turning the models in his hand and rather proud of himself.
Draco suddenly grew upset and frustrated at the same time because of how easy Harry made it sound and how easily he just did it in few minutes while he had sat down for months to perfect the models little by little to make it as realistic as possible and he did it without even trying and it only frustrated him more because now when he saw the models he liked them more than he should've and it saddened him that he could not a simple task as this and he grew much more disappointed in himself which ultimately drove him in a circle of how many regular things he had been fucking up and no matter how hard he tried nothing seemed to get better and right here Harry made it all so simple.
" Are you okay ?" Harry asked approaching draco and sitting down next to him on the couch.
"What ?" Draco asked, coming out of his series of thoughts.
" You seemed to be zoned out- are you doing okay ?" Harry asked generosity flowing in his words.
"Yeah- I'm fine- it's just I've been trying to fix this and making it for month's and you just did it in a few minutes without having to cry over it or without feeling completely disappointed in yourself " Draco forced a chuckle as if it was funny but it wasn't and he noticed how Harry didn't take it as a joke and stood up abruptly, wiping his hands to the side of his jeans.
" I- I happened to know how to fix things- I'm actually known for it but the thought that you tried is not disappointing, you tried at least and that's something " Harry shrugged.
Draco shook his head " that's what it is- trying isn't enough-"
" but it is enough, it's more than enough-"
" It's not- if it were I'd be with my damning boyfriend right now- which is why everything is so fucked up in my life right now. If trying was enough I wouldn't be living in a fucking studio apartment that doesn't even have enough space yet paying half my salary for this piece of shit. Trying isn't enough " Draco snapped loudly and even though he expected Harry to wince or at least be taken a back, he didn't, instead he approached Draco and with hesitation wrapped his arms around his body.
"Wha- What are you doing ?" Draco stuttered.
" Hugging you" Harry replied
"Bu- But I don't want you to- I don't need your hu-"
" shush- just relax- breathe in and out and just go with the flow " Harry adviced and even though Draco remained numb for what felt like the longest of time, he eventually gave in and after taking few deep breaths, he finally embraced Harry in a hug and within a few seconds his hesitation was lost and he found himself weeping into his arms like he was a glass that shattered after it hit the ground and he clinged onto Harry rather tightly.
Harry moved his hand up and down Draco's back in comfort and kept appreciating things about Draco, telling him that everything will be alright and that to let it all out.
It was several minutes later when Draco had found himself hiccuping that he finally decided to break the hug and wiped his face from the corner of his sleeves but Harry didn't let him, he wiped his face from the corner of his sleeves with a beautiful smile that melted Draco's heart.
" feel better ?" Harry asked smiling.
Draco nodded hesitantly then instantly apologized " I didn't mean to- I- I don't know what came over me but I really just don't go hugging around random people "
" I'm not a random person Draco- I'm your used to be arch nemesis, your abandoned acquaintance from school, now your neighbor. I'm not nobody to you- I'm someone and I don't mind it. Psychology says that a person needs at least 8 hugs in a day to feel fine so I think it's absolutely fine- besides I was the one who Hugged you- you see I'm a hugger and it's really comforting to people and me as well- it's like the effect that kitten have on humans- basically a kitten induces serotonin or some other hormone which makes a person feel happy, hugs have the same effect. It's just affection- " Harry rambled and without a reason Draco found it admirable and adorable.
" Why don't you tell me about your Shitty life while I make us some coffee so you feel better ? Or anything that you like ?" Harry asked
" but your radiator ?"
" It can wait- I want to know about that asshole of your boyfriend who left you " Harry grinned and for the first time draco found himself genuinely chuckling and he led him into kitchen.
Despite the broken radiator at home and the absolutely cold place Harry knew he would be returning to at night and all the mess he left because he thought he'd be returning in five minutes and the date he had tonight after a very long time, he cancelled all of them and decided that it was much better to stay with Draco and be there for him and as long as Draco didn't know about his plans, it was more than fine. The rest of things, his friends, his date, his Life could wait as long Draco didn't know about it and weirdly Harry found it absolutely normal and if not, he even loved it.
And Draco, for the first time in the longest time actually found himself smiling unknowingly and he just knew it then that maybe it was time to move on. For the first time he felt happy and he knew he would be fine, as long as he knew Harry was there. Infact he knew with Harry would be more than fine because maybe Harry induced the kitten effect on him, and he thought it was adorable.
